Flower


Flower of Marjorie, and Laurel, the youth of bloom, and fair middle motherhood, giving all to the girl we call our offspring, our daughter, and thinking about two cells, the daughter cells of dividing single cell animals and plants, I was always absorbed with the euglina, part plant, part animal, thew hybrid of the common world, the kingdom joined form two directions, and somehow different than a yeast or a mold. Peach, specific in the flower, more of beauty the Wunder Hybiscus.

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